If she's an angel
Then she can't stay too long
She has to go back
With a body
...
The August light
Burned like acid
A fool twiddled
His legs shook
...
Her husband
The landlord
Lay on their bed
Large and plump
...
She travelled here
To one end of the earth
To find something
Looking for someone
...
It's really quite easy
And really quite hard
And sounding seemingly plausible
To my cute little former friend
...
It's too late
She thought, she said
That poem's been done
He thought, he said
...
On the road to Mandalay
There was a horse
Was it mine?
No, yours - of course
...
Part of me wanted
To turn on the light
But I felt semi-comfortable
In the gradual dark
...
She
Truly beautiful
Lies on her back
In submission mode
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